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Date Posted: 10:53:42 11/01/12 Thu
Author: Tommi
Subject: My Sissy Cousin

When I was 7, my parents were out on a date and were in a terrible accident. They were not killed, but were really wracked up and had to spend months in a nursing home recovering. I was sent to live with my aunt Betty and cousin Sammy. They lived on a farm in Iowa. My uncle Jack had been killed in the first gulf war and aunt Betty rented out the land to another farmer for an income.

Sammy was 8 and a little bigger than me. I had met him a couple of years before, when his father was alive, and and I had gotten alone fine, so I was looking forward to spending time getting to be better friends. Aunt Betty and Sammy met me at the Davenport airport. Auntie looked the same, but Sammy had curls, shortalls with a Hello Kitty applique on the front, white shirt with a Peter Pan collar, lace top socks and Mary Janes. He looked very embarrassed and only said "Hi."

While we were waiting for my bag, Auntie said it was going to be a long ride and I should go to the bathroom while she "took care of Sammy." They went off to the family bathroom while I went to the Men's room.

It was a 2 hour ride to the farm, first on the interstate, then on two-lane asphalt roads and finally for miles on farm to market gravel and dirt roads. Aunt Betty told me that she was glad to see me, sorry about my parents, but had some rules that she expected me to respect, especially about how she was raising Sammy. I was told that while I could go out and play anywhere within sight of the farm house, Sammy was only allowed to play in the house and the play area in back. He was not allowed to play rough, and if I did not respect her rules there would be consequences.

Sammy sat next to me, holding a teddy bear and being very quiet. I tried talking to him, but he pretended to nap holding his teddy close.

When we got to the farm I was shown my room, which was small, but homey with a dresser, a wardrobe instead of a closet, a small desk and a single bed covered by a beautiful quilt. I was told to use the restroom, then unpack. When I was done I was to come down to the kitchen for a snack. Sammy, holding his teddy, was led off by his hand up the stairs.

I heard him arguing with his mom and crying, but I did not want to get in trouble, so I did as I was told. When I came down to the kitchen, Sammy was in a frilly apron. He set the table, served brought and milk and cookies, then sat down next to me. Again he was quiet while auntie told me how the farm fit in to the history of our family. When we finished, she told Sammy to clear the dishes, then show me his room.

He looked at her with pleading eyes, but she said, go on, maybe Tommy and you can play for a while. I followed him as he walked up the stairs like a man on the way to the gallows. Before we when in he stopped and said, "Please understand." We walked into a room much larger than mine decorated in white and pink with unicorns pictures, dolls and stuffed animals. On one side was a huge doll house with carefully laid arranged furniture. Next to it was a play table with a tea set and a life size baby doll sitting in a chair.

If there was any doubt from his appearance, the room made it clear that Sammy was a total sissy. I was scared of my auntie, but even so I was about to tell Sammy what a sissy he was and I was not going to be playing dollies or tea party with him when he started crying and threw himself on the bed. All of a sudden, I felt sorry for him. Also, they way he was laying on his bed, I could see that the crotch of his shortalls had snaps and he was wearing pampers. Before I saw that, I was going to say something nice, but now I did not know what to say, and ran out of his room and down to mine.

I started worrying that maybe auntie would make me a sissy baby like Sammi. Soon, I was crying about my parents, being alone, and the worry of what auntie might do. Of course, Auntie heard the commotion and came to my room to comfort me. It took me a long time to stop crying and then to trust her enough to tell her what was upsetting me.

She told me that she was making Sammi a sissy for his own good. He wanted to be just like his dad who had gone off to war and died, and she was not going to let that happen to Sammi. Instead he was being made a sissy who would never be in the army, even if he wanted to be. Did I want him to be killed? No. Then I needed to help her by making it ok for Sammi to be a sissy.

He had gotten used to being a sissy, but now that I was here, he was embarrassed and wanted to go back to being a regular boy. So, didn't I want to help protect him? What could I say? I agreed.

"So, go up and tell him you understand and think he is fine, and you'd love to play with him." I did.

More later.

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Replies:

Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Tommi, 07:42:53 11/02/12 Fri
- Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Tommi, 08:05:06 11/05/12 Mon
  - Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Reader1, 00:41:29 11/08/12 Thu
    - Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Tommi, 07:36:30 11/08/12 Thu